Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.